The S-Bahn to Friedrichstrasse glowed orange in the night, like a UFO.

There were also loud beer bars and serious bookstores tucked under the S-Bahn tracks.

Start exploring from the ancient port town of Stade, the terminus of S-Bahn line 3.

Exhausted and stuffed, I rode the S-Bahn sitting with my Schwinn back up to town.

It would be quicker than taking the S-Bahn.

I rode beside the S-Bahn tracks and turned off on a road once bumpy with trucks.

If we head southwest, we could have a bite to eat down on the beach, then walk to the S-Bahn stop.

But where we stood was fringe West Berlin, weeds in the useless concrete, anarchist graffiti on the sides of the S-Bahn tracks.

So far no plans have been publicised over whether the S-Bahn train service which runs through the city, is to be scaled down.

The new work was a massive affair that could be watched for many years from the S-Bahn and mainline trains passing close by.

I didn't know when I got on the S-Bahn that November night that I had had my last conversation with my European cousin.